AN: I don't own either HP or SoA.

One of my readers wanted Harry/Kozik so here it is.

It was the slight twitch in his magic that made Harry blink, made his heart skip a beat. He took a breath and then closed his eyes, glancing at his various ties, at the many strands of his power that he had extended out. A few went straight to Britain, to Ron and Hermione and their family, some to Scotland and Hogwarts, and one arrowed straight down to California, where his boyfriend was.

Harry flinched and stood up, nodding to the various people around him and then stepped into the closest shadow. It was cold on the shadow path this afternoon but that wasn't unusual, as he walked between Tacoma, Washington and Charming, California in minutes. It was better than taking a portkey or apparating. Shadow walking took a lot less energy than either and with traveling between shadows… He didn't end up on his ass half the time. His lips twitched at the thought as he arrived, stepping out of a big pool of black ink right in the middle of a battlefield.

Harry swore loudly in what was probably not English and took in the sight in seconds, seeing unfamiliar faces and familiar ones. He had arrived in the west corner of a large field, a field that was about the size of an American football stadium, covered in rocks, dirt and sand. There were trees around him and in the field in front of him but they were few and far between, offering very little cover and very little shadow. The sun was glaring down at the men firing guns in front of him and Harry could already feel a few drops of sweat roll down his back.

He saw a few members of the Tacoma charter of Sons of Anarchy flanking two members from the Charming charter, neither of them familiar. But then a part of the land blew up, shaking up its roots, shuddering and Harry flinched, taking in everything in seconds. Death permeated the land and bullets flew back and forth, sending four, five, six men to their deaths. He spotted Kozik running, rifle in hand, seeing that head of familiar sandy blond hair, his heart thumping at the sight, as he spelled a sense enhancing charm into effect. He saw Kozik stop, shooting off a few more bullets and then the buzz that filled the air made both of them flinch. Sweat dripped down both of their foreheads and the smell of blood and leather and metal filled the air, enhanced by his spell.

"Oh, you gotta be shittin' me," Kozik muttered, his eyes widening, his body freezing, fingers white-knuckled on the rifle.

Harry scowled and moved in an instant, time slowing down, and he extended his reach, his magic, out like a lasso, incantation whispered through his mind. The air around him shimmered and shivered, causing the trees around him to move and sway in the unnatural wind.

The landmine underneath Kozik blew and Harry's heart galloped, as he reached out and yanked with all his power. He moved just as the mine blew, just as Kozik was pulled backward through the dirt, and the broken off yelp made Harry's heart stop in his chest as he ran, putting magic in his footsteps. He was only distantly aware of passing several members of the Charming charter and Tacoma, of shadows curling around his feet, making him run lightly. Shouts and yells filled the air as men noticed him, noticed the shadow of wings at his back.

He ran around rocks and a dried up riverbed to end up at Kozik's side, breathing shakily, as he took in the sight of his boyfriend. Kozik was on his side, facing away from him, burned all to hell, his left leg struck through with a piece of metal rebar and covered with dust and blood. But he was alive.

Harry took a breath and then put his hand down on Kozik's flank, feeling him tremble under his fingers. The sounds Kozik were making were quiet and wrenching, little bleeding whines, that made Harry's stomach roil. "Kozik, it's me."

A bullet whizzed over his head and he reached out with a little power, what little he could spare, and sent a line of ugly green magic right at where the bullet had come from. His magic dove into the land, dove after those men still firing their guns, and collided violently. Tree roots dug in and grabbed onto land mines, wrapping them up so tightly that they wouldn't go off. After a second or two of silence, he let go of all his shields and began to mutter spells, healing and regeneration and protection, his world dwindling to the man right in front of him.

Kozik groaned and his body twisted in place, his fingers flexing even as the air stank of burned flesh. Kozik's kutte was burned right through and his tattoos were visible now, slightly singed even through Harry's protective charm. The warding he had placed on Kozik's kutte had managed to keep his heart safe, at least, but his arms were burned, his neck was burned and his leg...

"What the fuck is that?"

"Who the fuck… The cartel has the devil on their payroll or somethin'?"

Kozik grunted again, low and dry and hurting and Harry rubbed a shaky thumb against the man's cheek, pouring his magic into his biker's skin. Kozik's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his breathing slowed into something more or less even in spelled sleep. He curled his fingers into Kozik's burned ones, flinching at the heated, flaky skin, and glanced up, looking up at the two men whom he supposed were the president and VP of the Charming charter.

They stood in front of him, their guns drawn, their eyes wide but sharp. The other members of the Charming charter that were here flanked them, guns pointed right at him. His magic roiled and curled around him, making the air around him glimmer and spark. The hair on the back of his arms stood up and he could see goosebumps travel up the arms of the VP, at least from what skin he could see. Those blue eyes were sharp though as he looked between Harry and Kozik.

"Get away from him."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Boss!"

Harry blinked and then sighed in relief, deflating a moment later when he saw Happy run over. "Hey, Hap. Good to see you."

"Happy?" The president of the Charming charter spoke in a low, deep voice, the threat of violence not very subtle.

"Yup. He's good," Happy called over, his gravelly voice energetic, his usual favorite gun in hand. Harry could swear there was a hint of mischief in Happy's eyes, before he turned back to Kozik. "Kozik?"

"He needs healing. SAMCRO have a van?" Harry asked, sending his magic to unfurl around Kozik's body, holding it together until Harry could take time to heal him.

"Yeah we do. You killed the cartel members over there," Happy offered, gesturing towards the area where Harry remembered sending… "Took the fun out of it all."

Harry snorted in amusement, seeing the other familiar members of Tacoma grin. "Of course. I'm sorry I took all the fun out of this. I don't know what the fuck's going on here but uh…"

"Kozik didn't tell you?" Happy asked, turning around to make sure someone was going to get the van. "Juice, go get the van."

One of the members of SAMCRO ran off, gun still drawn. The men who were not wearing a kutte shifted their weight behind the bikers and Harry wondered… Kozik had told him some of what was going on in Charming but… not much. Just that the Irish and the cartel were circling Charming like vultures. He knew vaguely of the president and the VP, had heard through the club's grapevine that the VP's old lady had gotten injured.

"Happy, you know this guy?"

"Yup, I do. Jax, that's Harry. Harry, that's Jax and Clay."

Harry looked up at Jax Teller and at Clay Morrow, tilting his head a little bit in thought, before shrugging. Happy wasn't big on introductions but he could tell he was going to need to be more cautious than usual around these two men. There was something in Teller's eyes that made him more careful in what he said. "It's gonna take a couple hours to heal him. Can I borrow a room at the clubhouse?"

"What the fuck are you?" Clay questioned, for the moment lowering his gun, his gaze flicking over to check on Happy.

Harry took a second to be grateful that he knew Happy and then smiled. It wasn't a happy smile judging by Clay's expression and then his smile turned into more of a smirk. "I go by a lot of names. You can call me Harry for now."

He heard the sound of a van rolling up to the edge of the field, its engine different than a motorcycle, and peered behind him, seeing the black van that was quintessential SoA. Harry took a breath, glanced around at the men around him and then waved his hand over Kozik's body. He watched his boyfriend rise into the air and then guided Kozik back over the mine field and over to the van, ignoring the wide eyes entirely. He paused a moment to summon Kozik's bike, waited a minute and watched as it appeared out from the trees. He miniaturized it and tucked it into a pocket before turning back to the van.

He watched as the van's door was opened up from the inside, one of the SAMCRO bikers standing back. The guy was young, probably around Teller's age, had a mohawk going over the center of his skull and tattoos on both sides of it. Happy had called him Juice and there was something in Juice's eyes that made Harry's stomach roil. Something very much like fear.

Harry took a breath and purposefully relaxed, letting his power coil back in on himself. Vanishing the shadows and the silhouette of wings.

"He okay?" Juice asked, shoulders curled tight and fingers flexing on the gun in his hand.

"No. Is it okay if you drive us back to the compound or do we need to wait?" Harry asked, floating Kozik up into the van and down onto the floor of it.

"Doesn't he need a doctor?" Juice looked between Kozik, his skin paling, his eyes wide as he sucked in a hurried shallow breath.

"I am a doctor," Harry offered, shrugging idly before whispering words under his breath. He saw Happy and the others head back in the direction of all their bikes, watching as Clay and Jax paused to glance into the van and at him. Harry sighed and stepped over to the door of the van, pitching his voice loud and clear. "Any others injured?"

"Nah. You go on ahead," Clay called over. "Juicey, go get them over to the clubhouse."

Harry nodded even as he saw apprehension appear and disappear in Clay's eyes. He backed up and shut the van door, eying Juice for a moment. "Breathe, Juice. You're alright."

Juice stiffened, his skin paling even further, something lost echoing in his eyes. Harry flinched and walked over to sit by Kozik's head, lifting him up onto his lap.

"He's alright," Harry offered quietly, reaching out to squeeze Juice's shoulder. "Come on. Let's get to your clubhouse. I've seen the SAMTAC clubhouse but not the SAMCRO one. Should be interesting."

A raw sound left Juice's throat at his touch and Harry watched and felt as Juice shuddered underneath his fingers. "Juice…"

"You alright to drive?" Harry asked, lowering his voice a little more, not wanting to spook him even more.

"I… I wanted…." Juice trailed off, swallowing on a dry throat and began to cough. It sounded painful, dry, hoarse things that Harry didn't like one bit.

Harry winced, withdrew his fingers, and reached into his pocket, drawing out his kit and placing it on the trunk floor. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out an unopened bottle of water and held it out, seeing Juice's gaze focus on it. "It's water. Slow sips. You're alright."

Juice nodded jerkily and reached out, taking the bottle in a white knuckled grip. Harry watched him uncap the bottle, grateful that it wasn't plastic otherwise it probably would be crinkling loudly right now, and then wrapped some magic around the steering wheel of the van, turning on the engine with a thought.

Juice started at the motion, his eyes widening, coming back from wherever he had gone. "The fuck?"

"Get some of that down your throat," Harry suggested, hearing the engines of multiple motorcycles turning on and revving. He directed the van around the camp of dead members of the cartel, directed it around a barn and onto the county road. He heard two motorcycles roar onto the road behind them, soon enough followed by more. Half of SAMTAC was here and most of SAMCRO were here so that meant they were in the center of a motorcycle parade. Unintentional sure but still… It made a shiver go up his arms. It was loud and almost comforting. Almost.

He'd be having words with Kozik when he woke up.

As soon as they arrived at the clubhouse, Harry pushed the van door open and floated Kozik up and out of the car. The compound was now filled with bikes, with only the SAMTAC bikers having peeled off to go guard their gun warehouse.

Juice was less shaky by the time they got out of the van and he led the way into the clubhouse, waving him through. Harry followed easily, his gaze entirely on Kozik, as the double doors of the chapel were pushed open and they were waved through. He floated Kozik up onto the table, sparing a quick glance to the big reaper carved into the table before floating a clear plastic wrap over it. He lowered Kozik down over it and then got to work, seeing Juice watch him.

He pulled out his kit, opened it and eyed a few of the vials, before lifting an eyebrow. "Did I hear correctly that your VP's old lady was injured?"

"Yeah. Tara hurt her hand," Juice remarked, his eyes lit up with curiosity now, less haunted. The double doors of the chapel had gotten closed behind them so Harry could just see through the blinds of the windows on either side. The SAMCRO bikers, most of them, were on the other side of the door, lounging in the clubhouse. Harry could see Jax leaning against the bar counter, talking with a very tall, very bearded biker. "Jax says it was the cartel."

"Ah. She still in the hospital?"

Juice paused before answering. "Yeah. Why?"

"No reason."

A knock on the door echoed between them and one of the older bikers pushed his way through. The guy had a short head of hair, an attention drawing scar on the edges of his mouth and bright eyes. A gaze that went straight to Harry's scar and widened.

"The fuck are you doing here, Potter?"

Harry blinked, hearing the guy's Irish accent, and tilted his head. "Healing my guy."

"Your…"

"Anyways… how the fuck do you know me?"

"I'm a squib. Chibs Telford. You're saying you're Kozik's old lady?"

"If that's what you want to call it, yeah." Harry let out a noise and then shrugged, putting his hand on Kozik's chest, lightly. "You SAMCRO's medic?"

"Aye." Chibs' eyes widened again even as he went pale, his eyes flicking over Kozik's injuries. "Wouldn't even know where to begin there."

"Right, well, this will take a while," Harry remarked, swallowing. "Juice, you don't have to stay."

Chibs turned to look at Juice, who had stayed quiet throughout their exchange.

"No, I wanna. Can I… get you anything?"

Harry shook his head. "Nah but thank you. I've got water here and I've got everything that I need for healing here. I'd appreciate it if the doors were closed. Don't want anyone catching more of a glimpse of this than they have to."

"Aye. Then we'd have obliviator squads rolling in here," Chibs muttered, his eyes darkening.

"Not necessarily," Harry muttered, trying to keep the smugness out of his tone and mostly failing. "Alright then. I'm going under."

The glimpse he had of the chapel room around him was of Juice falling into one of the chairs, like someone had cut his strings. Harry sighed and focused on Kozik again, pulling off the remains of his clothes, his kutte, and the rest of his clothes. The burns were bad and Kozik's leg worse but he had tended to worse too.

Kozik groaned as he woke up, blinking his eyes open slowly, his fingers curling around something soft. There was a weight on his thigh, soft but a little bony. He looked up right at the ceiling of the SAMCRO clubhouse, looking around at the chairs that lined the table, and right at Harry, who sat on his left. His wizard was sitting on one of the chairs, his head lying on Kozik's thigh. Harry's hair was all messy and all over the place, like he hadn't brushed it in days.

Kozik grinned and slowly sat up, taking in the sight of Juice sitting in the room as well, though he was in the corner, asleep in one of the chairs.

"Hey, babe," Kozik started, curling his fingers into one of the strands of Harry's hair. "You look like shit."

Harry grumbled as he woke up, his cheeks red from the effort and possibly exhaustion. "You're one to talk. You didn't tell me Charming was like this!"

"Careful there. Don't think anyone knows about the whole snake thing," Kozik teased, hearing Harry's grumbling turn into slight hissing at the ending and smirking.

Harry grimaced. "The whole snake thing. Charming is definitely not Charming, you asshole. You're a lying liar who lies. And keep your voice down. Juice is asleep. Finally."

Kozik turned and sat up on the table, dislodging Harry from his thigh, and looked over at Juice, one of the younger members of SAMCRO.

"What's wrong with him?" Kozik asked, looking at Juice and seeing Harry's cloak curled over him. Juice's head was lying back against the chair and his fingers were curled into the cloak around him, tight even in sleep.

"What's wrong with him. I don't know!" Harry hissed, keeping his voice down. "What's wrong with you? I had to fucking save you from a land mine! A fucking land mine! This isn't Afghanistan or Iraq. It's fucking California!"

Kozik grinned and flicked Harry's forehead. "You healed me though."

"It took five hours!" Harry retorted, scowling and sitting up to lean in and press a bruising kiss to his mouth.

Kozik groaned and leaned into it, feeling the usual post healing tiredness ripple through his body. He slipped an arm around Harry's waist and used that leverage to pull Harry up onto the table with him. Harry startled a little and glared down at him, dropping his arms around Kozik's chest to bracket him.

"Tig is gonna have words with you," Harry muttered, as he looked down at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Tiggy's gonna probably want to fight again," Kozik said, grinning at the thought. "Can't wait."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You two men."

"You love me though."

"I suppose I do."

AN: I meant to keep this purely Harry/Kozik but Juice kind of snuck his way in here. I'm not gonna apologize for that.